I've been plotting my escape from this tiny town for years. It's like an old cellphone. Full of bad memories and mistakes. I regularly stand in line at Walmart behind the boy that broke my heart into a million pieces. And his WIFE. I love my friends and my family. But it's time for me to go.
And then, out of nowhere, I got bamboozled. I did my usual drunking around this weekend, pregaming at home and then party hopping on Friday. Pregaming and getting too drunk to leave so drinking at the house instead on Saturday. My friend's guy friend (i.e. boyfriend that she won't claim) showed up around midnight with one of his friends. And it was over.
I immediately called dibs on the friend. Why not? I try to get what I want. So I proceeded to babble at him for hours about who knows what. Then I semi-blacked out. I woke up the next day with him in my bed. I figured it was gonna be one of those really awkward one night things where you don't know what to say the morning after. But it wasn't.
We've been talking constantly and he drove 45 minutes to just hang out with me last night. Nothing physical, just cuddling and watching TV. So, 3 weeks before I'm supposed to start my new amazing life, I'm smitten. Stupid suck town.
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Excellent title of this post woman.
Here's to bein a boozehound
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